Magdalena

(album: Endless Flight - 1976)

Magdalena sits in her chair
Speaking to the mass
She talks in splicing splinters
She laughs like breaking glass
She said that she would have me spirit her away
Stealing all my images
'Til there's nothing left to say
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
She tells me that she wants me
Then she tells me not to bother
She tells me that I couldn't hold
A candle to her father
She knows that she's got me when I start to rave about
And she'll just smile and flash her eyes
And blow the candle out
Oh, Magdalena
Oh, ho, ho, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Magdalena lying there
Could make a dancer stumble
Make a preacher bite his tongue
And leave him with the mumbles
And if you think I'm crazy babe
Or that I'm kidding you
Just pay your dues and lose your blues
When she gets her tongue in you
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Well I can't be forgotten
And I can't be ignored
You find me with my poems
And my songs
But if upon your journey you're turning to L.A.
Won't you take this little red-haired girl along?
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are